tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431Thu, 26 Jan 2012 15:59:53 +0000This is where you get poetry at it's best. This is the mirror to my soul.http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Thelma)Blogger218125cizoe-poetryhttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-7863474985881343315Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:00:00 +00002011-12-30T20:00:28.904+03:00I wear the symbol of our love, It connects us heart to heart, It is a constant reminder of our journey From what we were to who we are now, Every time I look at it Every time I wear it It speaks volumes. I do not have to state my position You did that a long time ago Without it I am lost Alone and vulnerable With it I am protected I am bound It is a reminder of the promise It is a reminder of http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/93CnGoTQpo0/symbol.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=93CnGoTQpo0:T432uCGcBNc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/93CnGoTQpo0" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/symbol.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-8148141735158262846Tue, 13 Dec 2011 17:47:00 +00002011-12-13T20:48:46.175+03:00My emotions are everywhere. They are a mixture Anger, disappointment, disbelief I don’t know where to start or how to start getting them together. It is like someone cast a spell. It feels like last year all over again The chill, goose bumps, the dread How will I explain? Where do I start? I made so many plans I looked forward to so much All that was shattered this afternoon My heart chooses tohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/ZR4jeLpErmQ/totally-mixed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=ZR4jeLpErmQ:u2BrXJAEbgU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/ZR4jeLpErmQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/totally-mixed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-8900003515450992310Sat, 19 Nov 2011 14:36:00 +00002011-11-19T17:36:47.842+03:00Love flows like a river..moving sometimes against the will, The wind is her compass„moving you each way she likes.. When strong tides push you over stoney grounds,that doesn’t mean that’s its over, Love is moving you through unsure streams,to blue and cleared waters assuring smoother sailing ahead.. Even when you feel you’ve road her biggest wave,and the calm has just but sat in.. then comes http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/QO33D3eI_ec/flow-of-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=QO33D3eI_ec:bW27OXcAlaY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/QO33D3eI_ec" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/11/flow-of-love.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-8190625544076761970Mon, 07 Nov 2011 15:55:00 +00002011-11-07T19:08:40.981+03:00I miss those lazy quiet days When I would lie in your arms Cuddle close to you Close my eyes and let myself go. I miss the late mornings When you would turn Put your leg on my leg Embrace me with your warmth Kiss my cheek And whisper you’re husky good morning. I miss watching movies together My head on your chest You stroking my hair As I stoke your torso. I miss the precious moments The http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/MqJjMAADZtQ/memories.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=MqJjMAADZtQ:PQrtkNCA7cg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/MqJjMAADZtQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/11/memories.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-8815562038063150602Wed, 28 Sep 2011 15:51:00 +00002011-09-28T18:51:11.479+03:00When I look at your lips And look at your eyes They speak a different story. You declare your love every day, Cross your heart, Swear to the gods I watch you every day. I stand at the window, Watch you talk Your body language says one thing Your lips, your lips speak the truth. No matter how many times you say it, Declare it, proclaim it. When we meet your lips smile and quiver. You lickhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/8v2LpQVjSnE/reading-lips.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=8v2LpQVjSnE:xhHCG_8L-Nw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/8v2LpQVjSnE" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/reading-lips.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-7625778928556921509Thu, 25 Aug 2011 15:05:00 +00002011-08-25T18:05:32.825+03:00I have this person He has a soul, a heart and beautiful smile. I love him with all my heart I wouldn’t think of being with another Secretly, I call him my soul mate. He has the ability to make me cry, laugh and blush all at a go. My heart skips a beat when I hear his voice My body longs to lie next to him I long to watch him make sweet love to me Lick me in all the appropriate places Kiss me http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/oz-SEABLVGA/love-vs-torment.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=oz-SEABLVGA:GJ4ZxNo1EL8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/oz-SEABLVGA" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-vs-torment.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-7867436235936277921Thu, 25 Aug 2011 13:29:00 +00002011-08-25T16:29:33.084+03:00I feel strange I feel like my body is not my own Like each and every part of my body Is being pulled from different angles I t is like my spirit has left me And there is a demon inside me Right now I want to scream at the top of my lungs When I try No sound comes out It feels like someone has passed judgment on me Telling me how to live Making me do what they want It is pretty confusing http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/FYZNFZkLLOE/depth-of-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=FYZNFZkLLOE:va8X0-vwe2k:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/FYZNFZkLLOE" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/depth-of-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-5585206203601530773Fri, 19 Aug 2011 23:34:00 +00002011-08-20T02:34:05.644+03:00I have been patiently waiting for the DJ play my favorite song I walk to the dance floor I start to dance Move my body to the beat Sway to the electricity in the music The song and I become one It is almost like No it is like Like we are making love We consummate at the height Get to the climax Over and over it goes on Every part of my body screams Every fiber in my being is screaming Louder http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/6hdvlfsWwwY/more.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=6hdvlfsWwwY:-ox6bZvlf0I:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/6hdvlfsWwwY" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/more.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-817041119744368292Mon, 15 Aug 2011 14:38:00 +00002011-08-15T17:38:18.700+03:00There are certain things I am immune to One, is your sorry ass Two, I can’t stand your sorry sight Three, sometimes I want to hit you. It has been long since I felt Nothing towards another There is something about loud mouths There is more than meets the eye Well that is my opinion Buy hey, Don’t mess with me You don’t scare me My anger has turned to pity You may think you are everything In my http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/4TtitlOK1gM/nuisance.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=4TtitlOK1gM:JVhUkZfvfEA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/4TtitlOK1gM" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/nuisance.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-2137066161946953519Fri, 29 Jul 2011 08:03:00 +00002011-07-29T11:03:35.632+03:00Is it me or am I loosing touch? Is it us or are we growing apart? Sometimes I wonder if I am to blame I don’t get excited anymore There is no one else. This feels robotic Everything is a routine Is it the distance Maybe, I don’t know I think not. I long to be held through the night I long to hear those sweet nothings I long to see your smile I long to hear your voice I don’t like the distance I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/5rw9uKgLbZQ/am-i.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=5rw9uKgLbZQ:8XFlzkrlkNs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/5rw9uKgLbZQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-i.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-619403729258481198Thu, 21 Jul 2011 01:58:00 +00002011-07-21T04:58:06.997+03:00Today, I got home tired and exhausted. The lack of sleep and doing the graveyard shift had got the better for me. I was got the usual warm welcome hug from my daughter and a kiss on the cheek. As I was getting down to making breakfast for the two of us, I had to take a break and cough. I have this horrible cough that has refused to go. After taking medication and finishing my dosage, it still http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/S5sGhD6kvxs/faith-of-little-soldier.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=S5sGhD6kvxs:YfxJ_9zFTN4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/S5sGhD6kvxs" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-of-little-soldier.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-1151121405045457178Tue, 21 Jun 2011 01:34:00 +00002011-06-21T04:34:42.385+03:00We don’t talk as much anymore You walk into the room Take one look at me My blood freezes in its veins My heart stops beating For a minute I don’t breathe I start to shiver It feels like I just went to Siberia and returned You change clothes Change wallets Walk out of the room You take a side glance No words can explain how I feel I bow my head in shame Like I did something wrong You take one http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/JqToKbkRWes/silence.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=JqToKbkRWes:_grmcuXbeJA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/JqToKbkRWes" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/silence.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-2328385803813811682Wed, 15 Jun 2011 19:28:00 +00002011-06-15T22:28:34.289+03:00Watching you watch me walk away, Tears my heart to pieces The time that you plead Come up with so many reasons Excuses and look so helpless Slices my heart to pieces The tears run down your face As you ask why Why mummy why? Please stay don’t go I will be a good girl Go to sleep early Finish my dinner Brush my teeth And wear a sweater I promise Mummy Please stay Please Mummy Please… I get down http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/VoiqPQXK9FI/mummyplease.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=VoiqPQXK9FI:uH8wA6BiULg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/VoiqPQXK9FI" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/mummyplease.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-11039636167494123Wed, 08 Jun 2011 21:23:00 +00002011-06-09T00:23:09.619+03:00When you speak your mind It hurts When you don’t It hurts You are torn apart Every fiber of your being is going crazy To the world You look great You laugh You smile Maybe crack a joke or two Some say you look so happy You acknowledge If they knew You are dying inside You are bound You can’t talk Least you sound childish It kills you Slowly, gradually You die a little bit each day Until that http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/zo6FASzZZpo/rush.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=zo6FASzZZpo:SpWE7QSt2QU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/zo6FASzZZpo" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/rush.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-8367959464065821855Mon, 30 May 2011 18:40:00 +00002011-05-30T21:40:54.462+03:00So…here it goes again, the alarm on my phone rings at 5:00 AM. I’ve always kept it on my right hand side of the bed, close to me so that I can have the chance of throwing it against the wall when I feel like. I still love my Samsung something (I know, tongue-twister to the Luos), I’ve never bothered with the model since I was given the phone and it’s not that high-end and “touchy-feely” as all http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/H3vGIAfhznI/my-routine.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=H3vGIAfhznI:J7NF0YFVwvY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/H3vGIAfhznI" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-routine.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-4985446470945523860Sun, 22 May 2011 02:23:00 +00002011-05-22T05:23:36.895+03:00Walk beside me In my darkest hour Stand beside me Through all my pain Celebrate with me in my gain Nothing more can I ask All I want is your time All I need is your heart Nothing more I ask Promise me Through good and bad For better for worse You will keep my secrets I will keep yours Swear to me Pledge to me Your heart will be mine As mine will be yours We seal this oath With our blood ©thelmahttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/30EOrTseDvw/swear.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=30EOrTseDvw:NnZvVIPk5GE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/30EOrTseDvw" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/swear.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-576564686439571504Sat, 14 May 2011 11:03:00 +00002011-05-14T14:03:34.327+03:00Do you feel me? Like I feel you Do you love me? Like I love you Do you think about me? Like I think about you Sometimes I wonder why You did what you did Then again I seem to understand. Funny right You see I loved you I cared about you I would have died for you Later I realized I was obsessed Looking for someone or something To hold on to and make me Forget the past Many days and nights I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/LMJfE3pp76c/lost-and-found.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=LMJfE3pp76c:e7Kx5YEfwWg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/LMJfE3pp76c" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-and-found.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-5546262637763922834Thu, 05 May 2011 08:27:00 +00002011-05-05T11:27:51.021+03:00It takes time To be who you are Get to where you are going You start with baby steps Then bigger steps Patience is what matters Sometimes or most times It is not your enemies that get you down It is the ones you love the most Who try to discourage, torment and break your spirit When your enemies come at you You are ready to fight Be steadfast, get over and defeat them But, when it is the people http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/83Wot1AJoW8/turmoil.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=83Wot1AJoW8:Vh7y0o1GXYo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/83Wot1AJoW8" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/turmoil.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-4937545107451188190Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:14:00 +00002011-04-29T14:18:30.148+03:00It would be lovely To feel you next to me Sneak up on you Wrap my hands around your waist Caress your six pac Kiss your tender lips Hear you mourn with pleasure Pull me back As I try to pull away Hold me in your arms My ear against your chest Listening to your heart beat With every beat And every rhythm It says I love you Every touch Says I want you Every word you speak Means I need you. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/ugjvy-Jh3qY/misses-to-kisses.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=ugjvy-Jh3qY:vTtpSe-H-ck:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/ugjvy-Jh3qY" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/misses-to-kisses.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-2731882901379437552Thu, 24 Mar 2011 15:17:00 +00002011-03-24T18:17:20.154+03:00I keep praying you will leave me alone, It started as an innocent conversation, A coffee date Dinner in a fancy restaurant Later in the week A drink at the bar And later coffee in the apartment I didn’t want the kiss The caress on the thigh I always said I had a boyfriend You didn’t listen You kept pushing the boundaries I wasn’t strong enough to keep you away You thought my no was a yes I must http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/ntCLwUN9MzQ/trappedalmost.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=ntCLwUN9MzQ:NWwD89Vtr0M:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/ntCLwUN9MzQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/trappedalmost.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-4062049012736487596Wed, 16 Mar 2011 15:20:00 +00002011-03-16T18:20:42.074+03:00Tired of being her Tired of walking in her shadow Tired of being put on hold Seeing me at his convenience After a hard days work Getting ready to unwind Soaked in the bubble bath Soft music playing in the background Sipping on a glass of wine I close my eyes Loose myself in the dreams The door bell rings I slowly get myself out of the bath Water dripping on the floor Put on my bathrobe Tie the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/hgmpdl67_k8/other-woman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=hgmpdl67_k8:7Y0JrFymyuE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/hgmpdl67_k8" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/other-woman.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-3060459326730150231Tue, 15 Mar 2011 15:56:00 +00002011-03-15T18:56:20.491+03:00Take my heart Rip it apart In it’s place Replace it with a tin heart I don’t want to feel The pain that I feel The emotions I feel When I think of you Tears come to my eyes When I think of you My smile turns to a frown Thinking of the distance that separates us I wake up in the night Thinking of you Stretch my hand across the bed I feel the cold That reminds me of the emptiness It has reached a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/SV9Q5nQws0A/distance-and-pain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=SV9Q5nQws0A:15j9yghyhEY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/SV9Q5nQws0A" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/distance-and-pain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-3798681310574651178Sat, 12 Mar 2011 11:41:00 +00002011-03-12T14:41:20.038+03:00She. She talks with confidence and thinks before she talks. She jumps not into conclusions and every word she utters is respectful. Her lips are never twisted in anger or hate. Her words come from her heart and soul. She keeps quiet when she has to and talks to be relevant not to be heard. Do you know her? Do you see her? Her. Her love is boundless and she hates no one nor their opinions. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/yOQ4xz1n_F0/shedo-you-know-her.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=yOQ4xz1n_F0:dYf93dqGpkg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/yOQ4xz1n_F0" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/shedo-you-know-her.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-8758906704558840830Fri, 04 Mar 2011 12:12:00 +00002011-03-04T15:12:32.359+03:00Faced with temptation The body is yearning but Your heart is not. That is where I was It has been years Since I saw him It has been years Since a man touched me. I would die for that caress That hand caressing my thighs The lips kissing my lips While the other hand Fondles my breasts Light kisses, Yearning kisses, Demanding kisses Developing and speaking a language of their own The short http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/LgIH3dm1rTY/before-and-after.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=LgIH3dm1rTY:vKbgwls-yN4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/LgIH3dm1rTY" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/before-and-after.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2662459214782212431.post-2819058592029957458Wed, 09 Feb 2011 00:58:00 +00002011-02-09T03:58:31.490+03:00One year of love and sacrifice, one season of smiles and scents, color and texture, sometimes rough sometimes soft, sweetest is that we are through, ...our first kiss still remains true, passionate and full of hue, relished by so many in view, you and i we rule, forever in gratitude to Him, for our wine grows sweeter, day by day, time ebbing away ever so effortlessly. Your truly, Love. Written http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~3/Yg6GBRqXJmw/one-yearsacrifice.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thelma)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?a=Yg6GBRqXJmw:uwcLiNuBU34:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/cizoe-poetry?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/cizoe-poetry/~4/Yg6GBRqXJmw" height="1" width="1"/>http://cizoepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-yearsacrifice.htmlen-usnonadult